Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

The pressure on defense has decreased.

Wearing a gas mask and carrying an entrenching tool, the political commissar of the Krieg Death Legion spotted problems within the Greenskin Orcs in the distance.

Their firepower is rapidly declining!

Realizing this, the political commissar ordered the Krieg Death Legion soldiers to leave their original defensive lines and begin to actively suppress the greenskin units with firepower.

The lasers rained down steadily on the green-skinned orcs, who roared in battle and, led by their leader, launched wave after wave of attacks. But the Krieg Death Legion, despite having the upper hand, remained inexplicably silent.

This legion gave the impression that they weren't living people, but rather like machines or gears standing there... silent yet highly efficient.

Until the metal wall shattered and the head of a green-skinned orc leader was severed by Lancelot's sword, everything settled down, and the hum of the power sword's disintegrating force field became the background sound of the battlefield.

When Lancelot's tall figure and iconic posture appeared before them, the silent Krieg Death Legion finally stirred!

Dark green armor, beige hood, the power sword of the Imperial Eagle... With these three features, the identity of Astartes is almost self-evident, pointing directly to the loyal and mysterious First Legion!

Thanks to the way the Dark Angels operate, Lancelot, the Fallen Angel, did not arouse any suspicion from the loyal soldiers even when he suddenly appeared on the bridge. In their eyes, the sudden appearance of an angel of the God Emperor was nothing short of a huge help and affirmation to their battle situation!

"Sir, the 249th Siege Company of the 17th Siege Regiment of the Krieg Death Legion is ordered to guard the armory here. Currently, the 248th and 417th Siege Companies are protecting the central passage. What are your instructions?"

The political commissar of the Krieg Death Legion immediately led the Krieg soldiers stationed there to kneel down before Lancelot and quickly explained the current situation to him.

At this moment, Lancelot was standing on a Cobra-class frigate. This frigate was originally warping in the warp with his fleet, but for some unknown reason, the ship suddenly broke away from the warp and appeared in this star system occupied by green-skinned orcs.

It couldn't be the effect of his inviolable domain, could it...? Lancelot couldn't help but mutter to himself, but when he looked up at Krieg in front of him again and felt their gazes directed at him through their gas masks, a wave of indescribable emotions rose in Lancelot's heart.

It just felt heavy.

I never expected to encounter soldiers from this legion.

Krieg's Death Legion.

A legion whose signature action is a silent charge.

I had only ever seen them in videos before. I never imagined that when the Krieg Death Legion actually appeared in front of me and saluted me, I would feel this way.

"For the Emperor."

Lancelot couldn't help but get into character, so he reached out and took off his helmet.

The eyes of everyone in the Krieg Death Legion were instantly focused on Lancelot's action, and when the soldiers of the Krieg Death Legion saw the human face under the helmet, their hearts were struck as if by lightning!

Space Marines rarely remove their helmets; they are not only part of an integrated tactical system, but also a symbol of their identity as Imperial Angels.

Once it's taken off, it usually only means one thing.

That is to show respect.

This is truly an unparalleled honor for the Krieg Death Legion!

Because their homeworld was embroiled in civil war, the soldiers of the Krieg Death Legion were born feeling guilty, and thus they saw themselves as the Emperor's currency, not as the Emperor's subjects.

Dying for the empire, dying for the emperor, was part of their atonement, but now, this angel of the emperor was willing to remove his helmet for them…

Whatever the reason, the soldiers of the Krieg Death Legion felt respected, but being taciturn and not good with words, they could only stand even straighter as Lancelot inspected them.

"Mortal, my name is Lancelot. I need to replenish my ammunition and I need a squad to go with me to wipe out these enemies of humanity."

Because he was unfamiliar with the ship's structure, Lancelot needed a team of ordinary people to guide him. And because he needed to hide his identity as a transmigrator, Lancelot also used his game nickname as his real name.

While revealing secrets won't result in any tangible physical punishment, combat points are linked to future rewards for revealing secrets, so naturally, the more the merrier.

When Lancelot finished speaking, even the political commissar of the Krieg Death Legion couldn't help but breathe slightly faster for a moment, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly.

As for the reason, it is naturally very simple.

These mortal soldiers of the Krieg Death Legion will have the privilege of fighting alongside the Emperor's angels.

……

At this moment, the green-skinned orcs who had been driven back by Lancelot were not afraid of being beaten.

"Ugh! I thought fighting that big guy was so boring! My gun wouldn't even fire a bullet in front of him! I'm going to go somewhere else, waaagh!"

"Me too! I heard some rascals found a bunch of fully armed, four-armed shrimps under this ship! I bet they'd be really tough in a fight!"

"Waaagh! What are we waiting for!"

The above conversation took place between two orc boys who had narrowly escaped from Lancelot's clutches.

……

On the other side.

Less than three minutes after Lancelot gave the order, one of the most elite 10-man squads of the Krieg Death Legion was selected. Lancelot's grenades were loaded with bullets, and radio communication with the Krieg Death Legion soldiers was completed.

At that moment, as Lancelot put on his helmet and was fully prepared, an unexpected message reached his ears.

"Master, the bridge control center is currently out of contact. Friendly forces have reported that the boarding greenskins, for some unknown reason, have started crawling into the lower decks of the ship. Scout teams have spotted a group of four-limbed, humanoid orcs wielding weapons rushing out from the lower decks and are currently engaged in a melee with the greenskin orcs."

Four aliens burst out of the bottom deck?

Upon hearing this news, Lancelot's expression became slightly uneasy.

Due to the influence of their inviolable territory, the beastmen were completely unable to muster any energy when facing Lancelot.

Feeling rather unmotivated, but with their restless nature, the greenskins perhaps discovered the ship's lower deck while burrowing through the pipes and unexpectedly encountered the gene-stealers!

Lancelot was also extremely familiar with this kind of alien.

This thing is the gene stealer, commonly known as a cunning thief. It is the vanguard infiltrator of the Tyranids and the most secretive and dangerous parasitic threat in the galaxy.

In this bizarre and chaotic universe, races without any ruthlessness have long been wiped out by the human empire, while the gene-stealer race has become increasingly abundant due to human travel in space.

This thing is quite disgusting. It doesn't kill people directly, but instead injects the genes of a gene thief into human bodies.

Those who have their genes implanted can be called hosts. The hosts will not die, but will instead be brainwashed and fanatically worship the gene thieves. There are no outward signs of this, but from then on, all the offspring of the hosts will be gene thieves.

But that alone isn't the biggest threat. As they continue to reproduce, the first generation of gene stealers are easy to spot, but the following generations will become more and more like ordinary people. By the fourth generation, gene stealers can even rise to the top of the human hierarchy.

This might seem like assimilation into human genes, but that's the most disgusting part. By the fifth generation, those who look no different from humans will give birth to pure-blooded gene thieves, thus reverting to their ancestral ways.

Furthermore, the purebred chicken thief is extremely powerful; its claws can easily tear through the thick armor of a Terminator model, and it possesses extremely high intelligence and even psionic talent.

This alien is exceptionally dangerous.

What made Lancelot a little uneasy was that before becoming a pure-blooded thief... those genetically infected hybrid thieves would even worship the Emperor!

Yes, although their perceptions are flawed, they still consider themselves part of the human world!

Although their emperor has four arms, most of the mixed-race cunning... in some ways, are actually the most devout believers in the empire!

They believe in the God Emperor, carve holy images, work tirelessly, and even fight against Chaos and aliens—they are more "loyal" than true believers!

So, as the saying goes, "a cunning person will die for the country"... It's just unknown how many hybrids these gene stealers who emerged from the lower decks have developed... But in any case, these guys are enemies of humanity!

First the orcs defected, then the cunning ones were revealed, and who knows, maybe the Dark Eldar will get involved later?!

Lancelot sighed inwardly.

How so?

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